[Write a poem first, if you don't have enough talent, think about it again.] 】

Baoyu couldn't help but sigh for the second time as she dropped her pen.

I saw Baoyu pick up a piece of fine ten-button paper and let the ten-button paper levitate in front of his chest, while he himself stood like an old pine, his red pen holding the dragon dance ink, and writing rustling.

"He really put pen to paper!"

"Alas, what a baby, it's about to lose power......"

For Baoyu's pen this time, except for attacking people, no one is optimistic.

The old masters and academicians even wanted to look away, not wanting to see the gentleman's sword of ten thousand taels and the powerful sword soul such as the scholar's qi being damaged.

But unconsciously, they stared at it again, curious about what kind of chapter Baoyu would write.

I saw Baoyu splashing ink, and the strong font was quickly imprinted on the paper.

Its font lines are thin and hard, and there is a decisive potential to chase Wei monuments.

"Zhao Keman, Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra?

"What a book......, Your Excellency! Which one can write, which one can write, and which one can write? Only ...... Jia Baoyu!"

The old master suddenly roared, only to feel full of blood, about to explode from his chest!

Wan Changtian glared and groaned: "I thought he couldn't write, I thought he couldn't write...... Wrong! Big mistake! How could Brother Bao not be able to write? But the writing was so good that it really scared me a big jump!"

"It's terrible, it's terrible! How could such poems come from the hands of a talented showman?"

Feng Feiliu almost choked up and said: "Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles." Brushed off his clothes and went to hide deep with his name...... On the surface, the swordsman is actually talking about the bookish spirit, and he is talking about the injustice of the world!

Oh my God, even when I'm old, I don't have the confidence to write words like these poems!"

The academicians can still speak, and they can exclaim.

And those talents, no matter which camp they are in, are all bloodless. I just feel that the pride I once had, the pride of the talent far beyond my peers, all so ridiculous!

Compared with Bao Erye, compared with Bao Erye's long five words - he has been thinking hard all his life, and he may write such poems?

...

Baoyu had already expected everyone's reaction.

This is Li Taibai's masterpiece!

Li Taibai, a fairy man, Li Taibai, a Qinglian monk, is known as the existence of a poetic immortal!

Its style is heroic and unrestrained, fresh and elegant, rich in imagination, and wonderful in artistic conception, which once made Baoyu worship, so that in his previous life, when he was a child, he just wanted to swim east with a sword and be a wanderer!

Even in the 21st century, the popularity of martial arts, its initial feelings are based on Li Taibai's poems!

And "Chivalrous Journey" is Li Taibai's heroic and unrestrained representative work!

The impact is far-reaching, and it has been passed down from generation to generation......

Bite~~

There was a sudden sound of clarity.

I saw that the scholar's qi sword soul actually broke away from the sword body of the gentleman's sword, and before the ten buttons of paper burned, a purple electric light shot out, which shattered the ten buttons of paper.

This anxious action also made the power of "Chivalrous Journey" directly manifest.

A huge font appeared in the sky, and before everyone could see it clearly, the scholarly sword spirit passed by, trying to devour the entire poem.

The impatient move immediately caused a series of exclamations.

"Oh my God, the sword soul can't wait so much, like a greedy child!"

"Such a masterpiece, not to mention the scholarly sword soul, even if it's me, he wants to take a bite!"

It doesn't matter if it's a showman, an academician, or an old master, no one will mind, and no one will blame.

Seeing such a masterpiece that can't even hold back the sword soul, the only one who can control it is not a literati!

The old master's eyes shone brightly, he had experienced the most things compared to everyone, and he was the first to come back to his senses from the shock.

At this time, the old master of the courtyard just wanted to know what kind of power the sword soul that devoured such a masterpiece was?

He just wanted to know how Jia Baoyu, who could write such chapters, would go ......

What a step!

[Is this poem called "Chivalrous Travel"? The chivalrous man who writes on the surface is actually not the bookish spirit of writing?

No wonder the sword soul can't hold it, this is a proper chapter tailored to deal with the sword soul of the book business!]

[Jia Baoyu, what a Jia Baoyu...... How can the Guogong Mansion accommodate you with such a poetic talent? At the feet of the Son of Heaven in the future, there will definitely be a place for you in that magnificent palace!]

The old master took a deep look at Baoyu, his fingertips flicked on the cuffs, and a faint streamer popped out, and he didn't know where he went.

He's still thinking, considering,

But at this time, between heaven and earth, a man with a sword suddenly appeared.

This man is more than ten feet tall, and he is dressed very uninhibitedly, which can be said to be unkempt, but the simple bun fluttering in the wind makes his whole person suddenly show a chic taste.

"A vision of heaven and earth?"

The old master was dumbfounded, and the mucus gushing up from his Adam's apple almost choked him on his back.

"God, what a treasure is the scholarly Qi Sword Soul, and it has not been able to devour all the power of "Chivalry Walk" in one bite?"

"No, it's not right! It didn't even swallow it at all! This chapter of "Knight's Journey" completely resisted the devouring power of the sword soul that naturally suppressed it!"

The old master took a few steps back, holding on to a huge mountain rock, and then stabilized himself.

He stared at Baoyu in shock, and just wanted to ask Baoyu-

What kind of level is this chapter that even the sword soul can resist?

Ten cities together?

Famous?

Or is it something that the vast Zhou has never had...... A classic chapter?

[No, with the number of talents of Baoyu, I am afraid that he will not be able to write about being famous all over the world, but there is also a relationship between his low literary rank......

That's it, no matter what, the ten buttons of paper have been damaged, and no one can see the talent and spirit that heaven and earth flaunt for the psalms. 】

The old master felt extremely lost, and hurriedly looked at the vision of heaven and earth, for fear of missing this, a scene that he had never even seen.

I saw that the scholar's qi sword soul shuttled back and forth a few times, but he couldn't devour half of his strength, and the tip of the sword was towards Baoyu, making a trembling sound of grievance.

At this time, the figure of the vision of heaven and earth suddenly patted his waist.

Bite~

The scholarly sword soul let out a trembling roar of excitement, and plunged into the empty scabbard on the waist of the Heaven and Earth Vision.

I only heard a hearty long laugh in the sky, and the vision of heaven and earth suddenly turned into a pitch-black dot, as if all the ink that made up the font poured into the saber on his waist.

In just an instant, only the scholarly qi sword soul was left in the air, making a sound that seemed to be full of hiccups.

Academicians and talents, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know why.

But the old master understood the meaning, frightened, dumbfounded, if he didn't hold on to the rock, he was afraid that he would fall headlong into the ground.

Syllable!

The old master slapped his mouth, so that he screamed in shock.

[This, this, this...... Only the sword soul devours and blesses the psalms, how can the sword soul be soft and willing to be the sword of heaven and earth vision to devour the psalms?

The old master seemed to see the tiger kowtowing to the rabbit, and the dignity of his face was gone, so the rabbit was willing to let the tiger eat it.

The truth of the whole world has been poured down here.

Contrary to common sense, completely contrary to common sense!

The eyes of the old master were abrupt, and he wanted to jump out.

...

There was silence, and the old master looked at the scholar and took the gentleman's sword soul a few feet deep into Baoyu's forehead, and Mu Mu was speechless.

"Old Master, what happened just now?"

Feng Feishen is a disciple of the old master's court, relying on a good relationship, he leaned over and bit his ear.

"Uh, what's going on? Oh, the old man doesn't know. ”

The old master opened his eyes and said nonsense, and when he looked at Baoyu, a smile of expectation appeared on his face.

"Brother Bao, you just said that the last two have a draft? Let's start quickly, the old man wants to see what the third song looks like. ”

"Huh? I said?"

Baoyu shook his head and said, "I just said that the second song has a draft, you always heard it wrong." ”

"You heard it right!"

The old master began to grit his teeth.

The academicians didn't know what was going on, but they still came out to prove it: "The old master heard it right, Brother Bao, you just said that the last two capitals have a draft." ”

"yes, this ......"

The sound stopped abruptly.

With the astuteness of the academicians, they should have understood it a long time ago, but they were stimulated by "Chivalrous Journey", and their brains were a little stupid.

But these few words still brought them back to their senses.

"That's not right!"

Feng Feiliu exclaimed, "You just said that the last two have a manuscript! This second song is already so powerful, what is the third song?"

"Yes, Brother Bao, hurry up and bless the third psalm!

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Demeanor?

Don't!

Elder demeanor?

What's that?

Compared with the chapters that may be better than "Chivalrous Journey", all of the above are unsightly scum!

The old masters and academicians rushed to the nearest place, and they almost rushed into the enveloped range of purple electric light, staring at Baoyu with blank eyes.

But in the face of their expectant eyes, Baoyu could only show an apologetic smile.

Immediately, he slapped the hilt of the Junzi Sword, so that the Junzi Sword, which had been blessed, shot directly into his own Wenshan.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have a draft of the third poem, and besides, my talent is not enough to write other poems. ”

The cobweb-shaped purple electric light disappeared, and Baoyu walked down the steps of the broken house, and smiled at the old master and the others: "The elders have come to the contemptible, Baoyu has missed the distance, and I hope to forgive the sin." "Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!